much?” she said after a few moments.
He noticed she looked a little flushed and decided retiring to the bar might not be a bad idea after all. “Maybe we should go into the lounge so you can have a drink before I continue.”
Frustration showed in her expression. “I don’t need a drink.”
He’d begun to think he might. “Just a glass of wine to take the edge off.”
She leaned forward and nailed him with a glare. “How much?”
“Five million dollars.”
“I believe I will have that drink now.”
Two
She’d never been much of a drinker, but at the moment Hannah sat on a sofa in the corner of a dimly lit bar, a vodka and tonic tightly gripped in her hand. “Five million dollars? Are you insane?”
Logan leaned back in the club chair and leveled his dark gaze on hers. “Hey, it’s not my money. I’m only the messenger.”
She set the glass down on the small table separating them, slid her fingers through the sides of her hair and resisted pulling it out by the roots. “You’re saying that I can just sign some papers and you’re going to hand me a fortune.”
“It’s a little more complicated than that.”
After having the five-million-dollar bombshell dropped on her head, nothing seemed easy, including deciding to refuse it. “Would I have to go before some probate court?”
“No, but there are some stipulations.”
She dropped her hands into her lap and sat back on the cushions. “Such as?”
“You have to sign a nondisclosure waiver in order to claim the inheritance.”
“Nondisclosure?”
“That means if you take the money, by law you can’t disclose your connection to the Lassiters to anyone.”
She barked out a cynical laugh. “I refuse to do that. Not after living my entire life in the shadow of shame, thanks to my biological father’s refusal to acknowledge me.”
“Then you have reason to believe J. D. Lassiter is your father?”
Good reason. “Yes, there is a chance, but I don’t know for certain because I have no real proof. Regardless, I do know I won’t take a penny of his hush money.”
Logan downed the last of his coffee, sat back on the opposing sofa and remained quiet a few moments. “What does your future hold in terms of your career?”
A little hardship, but nothing she couldn’t handle. “I’m going to teach high-school human physiology and probably health classes as well.”
He released a rough sigh. “It takes a lot of guts to stand in front of a room full of teenage boys and talk about the facts of life, especially looking the way you do.”
Hannah appreciated his skill at doling out the compliments, even if she didn’t understand it or quite believe it. “I assure you I can handle whatever teenage boys want to throw at me.”
“I don’t doubt that,” he said. “But it’s not going to be easy. I know because I was one once.”
She imagined a very cute one at that. “Most men still retain some of those prepubescent qualities, don’t you agree?”
He grinned, giving her another premiere dimple show. “Probably so. Do you have a job lined up?”
That caused her to glance away. “Not yet, but I’ve had my degree for less than two weeks, and that’s when I immediately started the search. I expect to find something any day now.”
“And if you don’t?”
She’d harbored those same concerns due to the lack of prospects. “I’ll manage fine, just as I’ve been managing since my husband died.”
He sent her a sympathetic look. “That must have been a struggle, raising a child and going to school.”
She’d been lucky enough to have help. Begrudging help. “My mother looked after my daughter when necessary until Cassie turned two. I lived off the settlement from my husband’s work accident and that, coupled with Social Security benefits, allowed me to pay for day care and the bills while studying full-time. I obtained grants and student loans to finance my tuition.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, do you have any of the settlement left?”
She didn’t exactly mind, but she felt certain she knew where he was heading—back into inheritance land. “Actually, the payments will end in October, so I still have six months.”
He streaked a hand over the back of his neck. “You do realize that if you accept this money, you’ll be set for life. No worries financially for you or your daughter.”
If Cassie’s future played a role, she might reconsider taking the inheritance. “My daughter will be well provided for when she turns eighteen, thanks to my in-laws, who’ve established a million-dollar-plus trust fund in her name. Of course, I’m sure that will come with conditions, as those with fortunes exceeding the national debt are prone to do.”
“Guess that explains your aversion to wealthy people.”
Her aversion was limited to only the entitled wealthy, including Theresa and Marvin Armstrong. “Daniel’s parents didn’t exactly approve of my marriage to their son. Actually, they didn’t approve of me. It was that whole illegitimate thing. They had no way of knowing if I had the appropriate breeding to contribute to the stellar Armstrong gene pool. Of course, when I became pregnant with Cassie, they had no say in the matter.”
He seemed unaffected by her cynicism. “Are they involved in your daughter’s life at all?”
“Theresa sends Cassie money on her birthday and collector dolls at Christmas that carry instructions not to remove them from the box so they’ll retain their value. What good is a doll you can’t play with?”
“Have they ever seen her?”
“Only once.” And once had been quite enough. “When Cassie was two, they flew us out to North Carolina for a visit. It didn’t take long to realize that my mother-in-law and active toddlers don’t mix. After Theresa accused me of raising a wild animal, I told her I’d find a good kennel where I could board Cassie next time. Fortunately, there wasn’t a next time.”
Logan released a deep, sexy laugh. “You’re hell on wheels, aren’t you?”
She took another sip of the cocktail to clear the bitter taste in her mouth. “After growing up a poor fatherless child, I learned to be. Also, my mother was extremely unsocial and rather unhappy over raising a daughter alone, to say the least. I took an opposite path and made it my goal to be upbeat and sociable.”
He grinned. “I bet you were a cheerleader.”
She returned
